Page 59 of His to Possess

He curses and reaches down to pull my hands up out of the water. “If you start that, I won’t last.”

“Miss me?”

“Horribly. One of my favorite things is being deep inside you.”

I cup his lightly stubbled face, lean in, and our mouths connect and open. Lips and tongues meeting and stroking. God, he tastes good. The kiss deepens even more and I press my breasts against his wet chest, my nipples pebbling into tight little buds. My lower body begins to rock, my core rubbing against his hard cock, needing him inside me where he belongs.

He grips my hips, lifting me, lining our bodies up. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for you this whole past week. Fill me up, Angelo. I need you.” I start to sink down, loving the way his cock makes my body expand to its absolute limits to take him. He’s gritting his teeth, forcing himself to be slow and careful, but I’m ready to get this party started.

I angle my hips, pulling him deeper, and slide my hands up and around his neck.

“How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “So good.”

He begins to guide me up and down his hard length, his long fingers digging into my hips. I can tell he’s trying to hold himself back and allowing me to take control. I find a rhythm and start moving, grinding against him, needing every last inch of his big, glorious cock inside of me. One of his hands releases my hip and moves between us to play with my clit.

The water surges over the side of the tub as I begin to move faster. The friction is building, but it’s also wet and delicious and slippery, water splashing. I know I promised I wouldn’t get my dressing wet but, at this moment, all I can do is ride Angelo hard.

“Get there. Come for me, kitten. Come all over my cock.” He’s rubbing circles around my clit, thrusting up with more force and driving me straight to the edge.

I can’t hold out any longer and my orgasm crashes into me. Waves of pleasure flutter through my body, my pussy pulsing and squeezing around him. A moment later, his hips pop up and he groans through his release. I feel his body shudder and I lean down and press a kiss over his heart.

My hair has fallen out of its loose bun and Angelo’s fingers slide through the damp strands, pulling my face to his and kissing me passionately. When we finally are forced to come up for air, I feel high on love. I can feel his cock still twitching inside me and my body is still tingling from my intense orgasm. Here in the water, in his arms, this moment feels like a little slice of heaven.

“How’s your wound?” he asks, tracing a finger along the edge of the bandage. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”

Worry fills his voice and it’s sweet. “I’ve never been better,” I assure him and he smirks, slowly sliding out of my body. Iimmediately miss him and want him back inside me, right where he belongs.

“Good because we need to talk.”

“About?”

“About you moving in here with me permanently,” he says in a no-nonsense voice. “And there’s also the little fact of me wanting more.”

“More of what?” I ask, not following.

“More of you. I want you every day and every night at my side. And I want everyone else to know that you’re mine. Mine to have, hold, possess, fuck, kiss and love until the end of time.”

I arch a brow not expecting such blatant honesty or fierce possessiveness. But, I like it. I like it a lot.

“Does that work for you?” he asks, stroking his finger along my jaw.

“I think so,” I tease.

“You think so?” he echoes.

“As long as you understand that I want everyone to know that you belong to me, too.”

“I think that can be arranged.” He guides my mouth to his and kisses me leisurely and thoroughly. After we pull apart, he cups my face, locks eyes with me and says, “I want you to be my wife.”

My eyes widen and then I sort of melt into him. “You do?”

“Blake Serrano, will you marry me?”

“Are you sure?” I whisper, searching his gaze. “I want that more than anything, but I’m not perfect.”

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